As long as he cultivated his soul power, Han Lang would always pass the test in one go. This seemed to have become a habit.
Other than that, Han Lang had another habit. He would always faint after passing the test.
Plop ~
Han Lang fell onto the cold floor. Jay rushed up and shouted bitterly, "You fool, we have all the time in the world. Why are you in such a hurry! Look, it's another soul injury! "
Han Lang revealed his signature smile and said, "I don't care about the long term, I only care about the day!"
After saying that, Han Lang completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
As a plant, it was hard for Jay to understand Han Lang's feelings. Plants always grew slowly and were not impatient. They were not a threat to anyone. On the contrary, plants were very willing to help others.
But Han Lang had always been fighting for Earth, for his compatriots, for his friends, for his survival. He grew up under pressure and fought for survival. This formed Han Lang's personality of not wanting to lose and not wanting to wait.
Sigh ~
Jay sighed softly. He felt very guilty. He was chosen as the guardian of the Gold Grimoire because he was a plant and had the power to protect the cultivator.
But Jay could not protect Han Lang no matter what. Han Lang was different from everyone else who had come here before. He fought too fiercely and treated cultivation as a battle to the death.
The ancient tree released its gentle energy that was like a spring breeze. It slowly entered Han Lang's body and healed him.
Suddenly, Jay was startled. He muttered to himself, "Strange. Why did Han Lang's soul power grow after being injured twice in a row, each time more severe than the last? Why is it that his soul power has grown and is even more resilient than before?"
Jay thought hard but could not find an answer.
This was too strange. A soul injury was like a broken arm. Although the arm could recover after being pierced with steel nails, it was still broken before and the bones would not be as strong.
But Han Lang was the opposite. Jay could feel a close fusion and expansion of his soul power from his body.
It was as if Han Lang did not cultivate the second rank of his soul power, but the strengthened version of the second rank. The density and quality of his soul far surpassed people of the same rank as him.
After thinking for a long time, Jay suddenly thought of something and looked at his body.
Jay's original form was a giant tree, a miraculously tall ancient tree. There was a scar on the trunk near the roots.
The scar had already healed and formed a large scar. It looked like this part of Jay's body was stronger than the rest.
"I understand, so that's how it is!" Jay said in realization.
Everyone was afraid of a soul injury because it meant pain and being unable to use soul power for a short period of time.
So those who knew how to use soul power were always very cautious. They used this power carefully and would not easily hurt themselves.
And Han Lang was a freak, an unprecedented freak!
He was ferocious and didn't care about the price he had to pay to cultivate. He didn't care even if his soul was severely injured.
However, soul injuries would always heal slowly. According to biological characteristics, the body would think that the place that was injured was weaker and needed to be strengthened.
So when Han Lang's soul injury was healed, it would be bigger and stronger to prevent it from being hurt again.
This was similar to how muscles grew.
Anyone who regularly went to the gym would know that the muscles of a bodybuilder were not trained, but rather, they were torn apart!
"Lang have as you," he said. it. it.
Once a muscle was torn, it had to be healed. At this time, the body would strengthen itself while recovering, preventing it from tearing again. This was a natural preventive measure.
"Then, he would train again and tear his muscles. When the muscles recovered, they would increase the intensity again.
This cycle repeated. The muscles would grow as they tore and healed, finally becoming those amazing muscles.
The same thing happened to Han Lang's body. His soul was torn again and again. When it recovered, the toughness of his soul also increased!
Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on Jay's forehead. What seemed like an accident was actually Han Lang's relentless spirit causing mischief.
Jay did not believe that there would be a second person like Han Lang in this world. Because Han Lang was not tearing his muscles, but his own soul! An existence that was more important than life itself!
He had never heard of anyone tearing their own soul apart because of a disagreement, unless they were crazy!
"Sigh." Jay shook his head and sighed. "Han Lang, what kind of person are you? If you're crazy, you're intelligent. If you're smart, you're crazier than anyone else. How can there be a freak like you in this world? "
Originally, Jay was only the guardian of the Gold Grimoire. To him, it was the same no matter who came in to learn soul power. He just needed to protect them and guide them.
But now, Jay was suddenly very interested in Han Lang. This young man was so unconventional, different from everyone he had met before.
.....
Han Lang might be the fastest person to cultivate soul power in history. He had always broken through in one go.
The only downside was that he had to pay a huge price. Han Lang, who came out of the Gold Grimoire with a soul injury, felt a headache. His soul power was almost gone. This was the side effect of the soul injury.
At this time, there were only two days left before the bloodline whirlpool. Han Lang took a few hours to break through, but he had been unconscious for five days.
"Come quickly! Come quickly! "Wu Yun hurriedly found Han Lang. His excitement was obvious as he asked Han Lang to follow him.
"What's the matter?"
"Of course it's a good thing!"
"Could it be that the new generation of Armored Beast Divine Weapon has succeeded?"
"No, the raw materials you brought aren't suitable for an autonomous genetic-type beast like the Armored Beast Divine Weapon. They're all remains and lack the key thinking nerves. Qi Yi and I worked together and made an interesting little thing. You'll understand once you come over and take a look."
Han Lang nodded and followed Wu Yun to his laboratory. The space station 9527 was huge, and Han Lang and the others only had a total of four hundred people. Each of them had a training room, a bedroom, and a laboratory. There were still a lot of rooms left.
As for the Qi Yi that Wu Yun mentioned, he was also a member of the team and also came from the Forgotten Realm.
There were no good people in the Forgotten Realm. Qi Yi was a terrorist in the past. He was good at causing destruction and specialized in the unpopular Bug Type. Exploding Bug Thunder Fire was Qi Yi's masterpiece.
He wondered what interesting things the Bug Type Qi Yi and the Genetic Biology Type Wu Yun could come up with if they worked together.
Han Lang walked into Wu Yun's laboratory with great interest. He saw that there were many black things that looked like grenades on the workbench. When he got closer, he realized that these things were not grenades but more like beehives. There were many secret holes on them.
"What is this?" Han Lang asked curiously.
"Damn it! We finally made it! This thing is more than a hundred times more powerful than the Thunder Fire. We call it Sky Fire! "Qi Yi scolded. He had always been a boorish person.
It was said that Qi Yi was an orphan. His parents were wrongly accused and died in the Black Prison of the Milky Way Alliance. There was no place for ordinary people to be reasonable. From a young age, Qi Yi hated the Milky Way Alliance and developed a violent personality. As he grew up in the slums, his personality was also very boorish.
"Sky Fire? A hundred times more powerful than the Thunder Fire!? "
Han Lang was overjoyed. He picked one up and wanted to test it out.
"Don't!"
"The destructive power of this thing …"
Han Lang's speed came as he wished. He poured his source energy into the Sky Fire and casually threw the grenade-like little beehive out.
Rumble ~
This time, it was very lively. After the beehive was thrown, countless little black dots drilled out and spread the attack area to hundreds of square meters. There were probably thousands of them!
Next was the indiscriminate detonation! They directly blasted the alloy wall of Wu Yun's laboratory into pieces!
Han Lang paid attention to the process of the explosion. The little black dots that shot out actually accelerated and drilled into the wall before detonating. It was like a miniature armor-piercing bomb!
If the opponent was a warrior, it would be equivalent to drilling into his armor first and then exploding along with the armor!
Ruthless!
Truly ruthless!
To the left of Wu Yun's laboratory was the workshop of the blacksmith Thousand Hands. Thousand Hands did not come from the Forgotten Realm. Instead, he came from the Milky Way to the Pantheon Corporation. From there, he met Han Lang and became his friend.
Thousand Hands was a good man. He was good at making strange tools.
Unfortunately, 9527 was the chief architect of the Pantheon Corporation. After he left, he took away countless armors and equipment. Thousand Hands was not of much use here. He was a calm person and did not complain. He hid in his workshop all day to do his own research. When there was a fight, he would move out with the others. His combat power was average and he was below average in the base.
At this moment, the good man Thousand Hands was so scared that he peed his pants. His face was pale and his hands were trembling.
"You! What are you doing!? I'm about to have a heart attack because of you! I say, are you guys crazy?! "
Even a rabbit would bite when it was cornered. No matter how good Thousand-Hands' temper was, he couldn't help but start cursing. After all, the power of that explosion was no small matter. Close to two meters of Tritanium Alloy was gone. Thousand-Hands was lucky that it didn't explode.
Han Lang hurried over to apologize. It had to be said that Han Lang's popularity was really good. He was sincere and his words were not annoying.
Only then did Thousand Hands calm down. When he heard that Five Clouds and Qi Yi had created such a powerful thing, he also became interested and ran over to take a look.
"Why is this thing so powerful?" Thousand Hands asked curiously.
"How can it not be powerful? Damn it! It took me a lot of effort to create this! Heavenly Fire is not like Thunder Fire that explodes from the outside, but from the inside! Moreover, Heavenly Fire is like a shotgun. It explodes at a distributed point. You may think that there is only one explosion, but it is actually the effect of a thousand explosions! Do you understand the Energy Stepping Theory? "Qi Yi said with a loud voice.
"Oh, so that's how it is." Thousand Hands touched his chin and said, "Where did the bugs in the beehive come from?"
Five Clouds explained, "From the pile of raw materials that Han Lang brought back, Yuan Du's armor was refined using bugs. Those bugs are very strange, they have a powerful regenerative ability and a distributed nervous system."
"Therefore, we smashed the remains of those bugs and mixed them with the sensory genes of beasts to create some small bugs that are like ants but can move independently. As for the explosion, that is Qi Yi's specialty."
Qi Yi said loudly, "It's very simple. Energy catalyzes the reaction. Cells of different masses will collide at the molecular level, and then they will explode."
Han Lang was fascinated as he listened. There were really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the base!
Just take Five Clouds and Qi Yi for example. These two experts of different domains had combined to create a great killing weapon like Heavenly Fire!
There were over 400 people in the base. Half of them were pure warriors like Boya, and the other half were experts like Five Clouds and Dark Night who could both fight and had techniques. If they could complement each other's strengths, it was unknown what kind of miracles they could create in the future!
Back then, Han Lang had three great hidden weapons: Heavenly King Vine, drugs, and Thunder Fire.
Now, all of them had been upgraded!
Demonic Vine!
Berserk God!
Heavenly Fire!
Its power had increased by more than a few times!
How could Han Lang not be happy!
At this moment, Thousand Hands touched his chin and said, "Not bad, not bad. Oh right, a while ago, I also invented a little thing. Maybe it can be used."
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